Punishment?

Oh man, sorry about the wait yet again. School seems to think it takes preference over writing (stupid, stupid school). I think this is almost over, I thought of an ending but I'm not sure how you will all take it. Enjoy :)

P.S. Solomon, I couldn't find anywhere that you left your email, I hope you find this none-the-less.


Hermione silently praised the darkness of the basement, glad that Lucius wouldn’t know that she was, in fact, crying. What could be more of a confirmation of her stupid, illogical love than the intense feelings swirling around in her stomach? She carefully pulled her face away from Lucius’ and guided his head to her neck, but he, infuriatingly, guessed what the problem was.

“Crying during sex? Now that is just plain girly.” Hermione choked on a sob, and took a few deep breaths before answering.

“I’m not crying for the reason you think I am.” She scolded herself for sounding so childish. Lucius chuckled deep in his throat, sending waves of arousal through Hermione’s stomach.

“Au contraire, I think I know exactly why you are crying. I’m betting not even the muggle fairy-tale princesses run off with the bad guy.” Hermione damned Lucius’ perceptiveness and though she knew this was probably the best time to talk about everything, she just couldn’t bring herself to.

“Let’s talk emotions later, there are some more important feelings I need to take care of first.” Hermione could just picture Lucius’ smutty smirk at her comment, but took care of it quickly enough by nibbling the pulse in his neck. She manoeuvred Lucius on top of her and lay back, content to just enjoy the experience. Lucius smoothly quitted his pants without disturbing the flow of kissing and gently worked down Hermione’s underwear. She made to pull off her night-gown but Lucius caught her hand.

“Leave it.” He purred softly in her ear, bunching the material around her thighs in order to wriggle in between them comfortably. Hermione moaned in anticipation as Lucius guided himself to her opening, teasingly brushing against her sensitive spots. Just as Hermione was about to lose her passive demeanour Lucius finally pushed into her, causing her to sigh deeply. While tracing her nipples through the night-gown with his thumb, Lucius slid in and out of her slowly, each stroke bringing forth a contented moan from Hermione. He sped up marginally in order to reach his climax, stiffening slightly at the release before gently removing himself and falling beside Hermione.

“That was…. nice. Thanks.” Hermione murmured, soaking up the post-coital warmth. Lucius pinched her hip softly and nuzzled his lips up to her ear.

“So, are you ready to talk yet?” Hermione swallowed hard and reached back for Lucius’ hand.

“I think we need to. I think you know all about my feelings for you Lucius, and I think you can imagine what I really want, but I know that it’s impossible and could never happen. This leaves us in an awkward situation because there is no ideal and we can’t really let you go back to Voldemort now that you know our headquarters.” Hermione was slightly breathless, having tried to speak continually to stop interruptions but she needn’t have bothered. Lucius remained silent for what felt like hours, but was probably less than a minute.

“You’re right about all those things, except one.” Hermione turned her head slightly out of curiosity, daring not to get her hopes up. “Your ideal, I think, may coincide quite nicely with my ideal. As much as it pains me to admit it, I think you already know that my feelings for you are stronger than anyone could ever have predicted.” Hermione’s heart felt like it would burst with happiness, her eyes brimmed with tears as she processed Lucius’ words.

“Y-you mean you would stay with me?” She whispered this, almost scared to let him hear. There was another pause while Lucius thought and then, firmly yet quietly,

“Yes.”